[Elliot's just minding his own business, really. Making his way down from the Gryffindor common rooms to the Great Hall. You know, grab some breakfast and then off to...class (it's still weird, this is a school for magic though he has less disbelief now than he did before). He's fiddling with the commuter, about to go telling Leo he better be awake
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He's gotten used to the hordes of ghosts by now, somewhat, so it's not surprising to hear the whinnying in the distance. In retrospect, he's taking this a lot better than he should, considering... well, everything. But it's better this than sitting around and questioning his reality. And--
Ah. That yelling.
It doesn't sound like anything serious, though, so Leo doesn't run to his master's side right away. And when he finally gets to the Great Hall, he goes straight to Elliot's side, never mind that it's the Gryffindor table. ]
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So you were here already.
[S-still a bit cranky from being practically run down. And cold. Who knew a few ghosts going through you could make you so cold?]
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And you were making a commotion already.
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[You kind of were, Elliot.]
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It's irritating when a bunch of them decide it's a good idea to ride horses down the hall at me!
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[Leo's right, though. After a moment, Elliot reaches out now to start picking up some breakfast.]
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It was cold. Really cold.
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Would you like a blanket?
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[Almost, anyway.]
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He sips his juice, and sneaks a strip of bacon off the nearby plate to munch on. ]
Did you do your homework?
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Of course I did! [It's kind of interesting. Much more so than the homework at Latowidge. Even History of Magic, when he reads the book on his own (the class makes him kind of sleepy). Elliot looks over.] Are you going to do any electives?
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